Chapter 448

The sky's dark clouds dispersed entirely, soft starlight spilled down, and the ancient killing array that suddenly appeared on the sea surface had barely eliminated a few contestants before being pierced through by a single arrow.

"Aowu~! You fat bastard who's been fucked a hundred times by dogs, Dragon Elder will bury you and your dog together tonight!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon gripped the steering wheel with both paws. "Chen Nan, see that car up ahead with no public morals, littering everywhere? Shoot it for Dragon Elder!"

"Do you think the Bow of Houyi consumes little energy?" Chen Nan ignored the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon's wild commands, instead placing his hand on the water's surface and grabbing downward.

Instantly, Chen Nan held a plump little dragon in his hand.

Long Baobao shook its body, piled the artifacts and storage bags onto the rear cargo compartment, "If no one wants it, I'll pick it up—it's all mine now. May the Great Light Cleric bless me, thank the sea for its bounty."

Long Baobao peered ahead, then glanced left and right, suddenly spotting Su Lin chasing from behind. "Why did the kind-hearted Great Cleric end up behind? He was just ahead a moment ago."

"Cover this little thing's mouth, Dragon Elder!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon quickly extended a paw to block its dragon mouth.

In that moment of distraction, several royal divine weapons accidentally fell from ahead.

The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon turned back and saw the big black dog Duan De far off, giving them the middle finger. "Beast."

Boom~~~~~

Su Lin passed through the torrential, solemn mountain-like waterfall of divine power, casually snatching up a royal divine weapon and stuffing it into his storage bag.

"Slipped my mind—I didn't even notice her."

He drove the tractor across the sea surface, crafting a barrier in his hands to block the explosive barrage of treasure artifacts and magical tools ahead.

That shitty witch had tricked him—she used dimensional magic to interfere with the extra-dimensional space, severing his hastily stitched-together "future-model motorcycle tractor," forcing him to turn back for the trailer.

The front end and driver could enter quantum state, but the trailer couldn't—in truth, he'd previously packed the "trailer" into an extra-dimensional space.

The same trick couldn't be reused; he could only drag the trailer (tractor) through the material world with divine power chains.

"Too many obstacles."

Su Lin watched contestants streaming in one after another at a deserted island supply station, each receiving a teleportation talisman, and began to grow anxious.

If native cultivators of this world took the top three, it'd be fine—but since he'd never considered the group chat members as a loophole, there was no time to revise the reward contract now.

Absolutely cannot let anyone from the group take the top three!

He pulled out a historical projection and shoved his own Divine Light God's divine essence into its body.

"Realign coordinates, complete lock-on, narrow attack radius, initiate indiscriminate assault."

The Divine Light God's avatar flew to the tractor's driver's seat; countless rays of radiance appeared on the modified hand-pushed tractor, and numerous intricate arrays surged from the extended gun barrels.

"Divine Rank Forbidden Spell: Falling Sun, high-frequency divine power output!"

At this moment, though Su Lin was at the rear of the convoy, he resembled a sun rising from the ocean, reversing day and night, suppressing the light of all stars.

"Amen." Song Shuhang's expression was calm; he neither dodged nor flinched, nor did he prepare countermeasures like the elders around him—his lips held a natural smile.

Unconsciously, he had developed his own understanding of the Buddhist concept of "awareness and awakening."

After all, he was merely a lowly fourth-rank cultivator, helplessly fluttering like a moth—why had he ever agreed to host this competition?

"Don't give up."

A resolute voice came from afar; Song Shuhang turned left and saw Xiao Yan, clad in black, his features delicate and refined.

"Senior Xiao Yan?!" Song Shuhang snapped out of his epiphany.

"Even my outdated version still has the courage to face the OP guy!" Xiao Yan's lips curled in confident smile; a soul phantom merged with him, and his entire aura transformed instantly.

Frosty, pale flames engulfed the entire hand-pushed tractor, followed by emerald radiance and white-gold energy clinging to it—the space twisted.

"Remember!" Yao Lao and Xiao Yan's voices overlapped; waves of tangible energy surged wildly, pouring out battle intent. "We cultivators never give up until the final moment!"

This unusual spectacle drew glances from many contestants; the Cultivator Daily's lenses focused here.

Song Shuhang's pupils contracted—he faintly sensed what Xiao Yan intended to do; a soul-shaking shock exploded within him. "Senior Xiao Yan!!"

Xiao Yan's lips slightly lifted; he moved the joystick a few times, then performed a drift on the sea surface, turning sharply backward!

The seawater evaporated, malevolent intent vanished, and violent energy slowly overflowed.

In the instant their vehicles passed each other, he saw it—the black eyes filled with unyielding resolve, not a trace of retreat.

"Shuhang." Xiao Yan's lips moved slightly.

Instantly, four-colored flames devoured the war vehicle, transforming it into an extraordinarily brilliant flame lotus—this lotus differed from before; furious spiritual and soul energy flooded in, no balance maintained, the lotus existed only a moment before collapsing.

Amidst the sky filled with flames like falling petals—Boom!

A blurred light shot out like lightning, racing toward the expanding sun; the fused flame flames spread like wings on either side, faintly rivaling its brilliance.

"Senior Xiao Yan!!!"

In an instant, the sun and the lightning collided; the heavens and earth echoed with a single roar: "Explosion!"

A terrifying boom reverberated across heaven and earth; all things lost color, leaving only pure white—the storm of light and heat pierced through the cloud sea; everyone's ears rang with nothing but a deafening hum.

Runes barriers appeared around them, resisting the annihilation of the explosion; had no preparations been made, this entire sea region would have vaporized instantly.

When the light faded, a pale blue figure reappeared—Su Lin, slightly disheveled, but now far ahead of everyone else; even the eighty-meter-long Chuhaoji, swimming ahead, was now in front of him.

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth; his earlier casual, Buddhist-like indifference vanished—he fixed his gaze ahead, resolute.

Earlier, Senior Xiao Yan's final words were—"Survive."

He could not betray the other's expectations.

Yes—even in a competition, one must struggle until the final moment; even with that absurd passive talent, as a cultivator, he must challenge heaven itself!

"Senior Xiao Yan, this is what you wanted to tell me, isn't it?"

"Thank you, Senior Xiao Yan—your sacrifice pulled me out of my greenhouse. Without you, I'd still be wallowing in my lie-flat mindset."

"The past cannot be reclaimed; the future is uncertain!"

"Focus on the present!" Song Shuhang charged toward the supply point, shouting with renewed vigor: "We cultivators must be like this!"

Goal: Champion of the Competition!

At the edge of the tractor convoy.

"Your historical projection really works well."

Xiao Yan watched the brilliant flame explosion and sighed: "Good thing Song Shuhang survived—letting him die here would've been a waste."

"Yes." Kleine nodded in agreement. "The later stages are full of demons and monsters—who knows what tricks they'll pull?"

If Song Shuhang weren't here, they'd inevitably get dragged into the later stages; without someone drawing hatred, they might just get wiped out for no reason.

Now not only has Su Lin's progress been delayed, but Song Shuhang has successfully advanced—congratulations, congratulations.

"But this guy's just insane." Xiao Yan stared at Su Lin, unharmed yet with a grotesque expression. "My teacher and I have both cultivated soul power and spiritual force far beyond what we were before—yet even our full-force self-destruction couldn't hold him for long."

"Do you miss the days when you used to bully him during training?" Kleine took a bite of Häagen-Dazs. He sat in the back of the tractor, looking utterly relaxed.

The 'Azik' Mr. hadn't vanished yet; he kept transforming into the Feathered Serpent God to counter attacks and disturbances from surrounding contestants.

"Not bad." Xiao Yan rubbed his chin. "He was truly weak when he first started cultivating. The moment he said he had a time-space artifact, I sensed something off—and each time after, it got weirder."

"So if our goal is top three, we need to interfere with him." Kleine pulled out a stack of lottery tickets. "After all, his odds of losing are the highest."

As he spoke, Kleine reached into history again, yanking out the Black King's physical body in the form of a giant catfish, then activating its historical projection to unleash the Word of Annihilation.

"Yes, I hadn't noticed until Shi Hao mentioned it—the top three can exchange with Su Lin for equivalent items." Xiao Yan glanced at Kleine; seeing his gaze wasn't on this side, he lowered his eyes to the "Cultivator's Parenting Handbook" beneath his feet.

Inside were various methods for enhancing physical constitution, starting from infancy.

Xun'er, I'm sorry. But I really didn't know how it came to this… sigh!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Su Lin, gazing ahead at the colossal catfish suddenly appearing, blocking the path of all contestants, spewing thunderstorms and raising a hundred-meter tsunami, immediately knew whose handiwork this was.

Combined with Xiao Yan's earlier self-destruction, does that mean they've now made me their primary target?

"Then let everything be destroyed—heeheeheeheehee~~~"

"The weak are destined to be eliminated—and I am the embodiment of elimination."

Ashen Wings appeared behind the God of Light; gray-black cinders began falling like snowflakes. The six black wings were darker than night itself, swallowing even starlight.

When the God of Light opened his eyes again, divine radiance now carried a chilling aura of destruction.

"The Three Realms' light, I bestow; one thought of darkness, and all the world sinks."

All the God of Light's power surged into the Ashen Wings. Though not at the level when Luxi had used willpower to shatter the restriction's chains, the complete spell path remained intact, and certain authorities could be recreated with sufficient cinders.

"Mr. Light?! I've never been your enemy!" White Crane Zhenjun, closest to him, cried out immediately.

She was startled by the terrifying aura—and by Su Lin's sudden emergence of twelve wings. She herself had white wings, but these black ones… could he be a hybrid?

Su Lin, riding his motorcycle, didn't open his mouth. But the God of Light's avatar stood atop the tractor, arms spread wide, solemnly declaring.

"I am not your enemy—I am the enemy of the world!"

The entire world seemed to face its end; terrifying natural disasters erupted across this sea.

The sky, shrouded in dark clouds, flickered with red light—then meteorites rained from above.

The twelve-winged God of Light leapt from the tractor, charging straight toward the black monster with dozens of compound eyes, launching an epic battle destined to be recorded in legends.

【Mr. Jiangshan, a contestant has asked: does this behavior in the Tractor Race count as a violation?】

【Mr. Jiangshan, aren't all contestants seated on tractors? This is merely combat between legal summons—just like using items, summons are a form of item.】 The Light Judge replied: 【What does White Zunzhe think?】

【Fascinating. The Light Judge is right—contestants haven't directly attacked each other.】 White Zunzhe agreed: 【But the first tournament did have incomplete rules. Still, this helps us improve next time.】

Final interpretation rights belong to the judge, right?! You might as well call yourself the Dark Judge!

"Isn't your middle-school phase a bit late?" Lu Mingfei, watching from the cockpit, smiled wryly, a touch envious that Su Lin could say such embarrassing things so publicly.

"Aren't you afraid of drawing over Fat Ball?" Oops—sorry, if Fat Ball shows up, you're probably dead.

Meng Qi used his Sleeve of Heaven and Earth technique to absorb the sudden violent red lightning surrounding him. He saw the Ashen Wings on the God of Light and blinked: "This can't be serious—it's just a competition."

At that moment, a faint, fragrant aroma drifted into Meng Qi's nose. He turned to see Zhongli, with brown hair and golden eyes, seated calmly on the trailer hitched to the tractor, sipping tea as if the battles, grudges, natural disasters, and human calamities around him meant nothing.

Looking at the driver's seat, Xiao was steering. The tractor had only minor decorations, its entire body wrapped in a Jade Barrier Shield, impervious to weapons, meteorites, and hail.

Zhongli sensed Meng Qi's gaze, turned his head slightly, raised his teacup, and asked: "Would you like some?"

Meng Qi: "..."

This man… knows how to enjoy life.

Xiao, watching the ash waves ahead and the fading black catfish monster, said: "Emperor, we must charge forward—it'll be bumpy."

Zhongli lifted the teapot from the brazier and poured jade dew into Meng Qi's empty cup. "Don't concern yourself with me. Do as your heart bids."

With Zhongli's permission, the Wind Spirit's energy gathered around the tires, fracturing and tearing space itself.

Whoosh—instantly, only a streak of emerald remained.

Meng Qi sipped the tea, nodded slightly, then followed the path opened by Zhongli and surged forward.

One minute later.

On the island supplying Escape Talismans, half the contestants had already passed; only a few talismans remained floating in the sky, while a small group behind clearly couldn't get enough.

【Contestant #250, Kuang Dao Sanlang, has qualified! Only three left: one for Su Shi Qi, two remaining—there seems to be a chain collision behind?】 Jiangshan said: 【Su Lin, your situation looks grim… uh, Mr. Light Judge, could I withdraw half my bet?】

【Your microphone's still on.】 The Light Judge reminded him.

【Cough cough.】 Jiangshan felt sweat on his palms—he'd asked someone to bet on Su Lin making the top ten. He cleared his throat and changed the subject: 【Let's look at the accident scene.】

The Eight Trigram Mirror zoomed in: a beautiful female cultivator was frantically turning the steering wheel, but the more panicked she became, the more vehicles she hit—especially when she accidentally ran over a glowing track rune, causing her vehicle to accelerate fiftyfold.

Instantly, she shot forward like lightning, overturning many cultivators still pushing ahead.

"Isn't that the Road Killer, Eastern Sixth Immortal…?"

Someone recognized the immortal with the talent "Road Killer," watching the massacre unfold.

If Su Lin had shown himself as an Annihilation Demon God, Eastern Sixth Immortal had revealed herself as the Night Butcher.

Terror and bloodshed are two different things.

Every vehicle here had endured relentless bombardment; their shields were already nearly gone. Many weaker cultivators were barely holding on.

Under her actions, some cultivators even activated the resurrection devices issued by the tournament organizers.

This is thanks to the emergence of the Simulation Universe—making resurrection device manufacturing far simpler for cultivators. In another decade or so, even ordinary cultivators might afford one.

【Contestant Lu Mingfei has claimed the second-to-last talisman! His massive body and flight prohibition held him back significantly—but thankfully, he can fly now!】

Lu Mingfei finally exhaled in relief; as long as he could fly, he was confident he could overtake the leading group with his speed advantage. He glanced back and saw Su Lin rushing toward him, clutching a pile of ash.

Speed shouldn't be a problem.

But at that moment, an arm shot out from the chaos behind, extending with impossible flexibility to snatch the last Escape Rune on the island.

Su Lin blinked in slight surprise: "Luffy???"

【Let me check the guest list—this is a cultivator who loves anime, using the alias Master Meng Qi, and because he's always been invisible, we only just discovered his existence!!!】

"Sorry, Su Nan, hehe~!" Luffy, crammed onto Franky's modified mechanical tractor, slapped the Escape Rune onto it. The next instant, he used his flight ability to escape the chaos of the chain collision.

Lu Mingfei gave a pitying look at the dazed Su Lin, then didn't use an Escape Rune—he activated the modified Unit-01's built-in flight mode.

Unit-01 slowly lifted off and accelerated steadily toward the moon.

"Failure is the mother of success, Su Lin, you just—"

Whoosh—

Law chains erupted, binding themselves around Unit-01.

"Huh?"

The quantum motorcycle, still attached to the rear tractor, was yanked upward into the sky along with Unit-01.

The scene fell silent—even the spectators outside holding lottery tickets, shouting for refunds, froze in place.

【Huh?】 Jiangshan asked: 【This…】

The Light Judge replied: 【The Escape Rune is merely a device to enhance flight speed. If a modified tractor can reach the moon without the participant using Escape Runes or flight abilities, it complies with the rules. Disqualification occurs only if the tractor is destroyed or the participant violates regulations.】

Bai Zunzhe nodded and smiled: 【Reasonable.】

Meanwhile, Kleine's spiritual sense erupted in frantic warnings—not because of the magical attacks among the hundreds of White Zunzhe, Profound Sages, and Tribulation Immortals.

He swallowed slightly and said to Xiao Yan, who rode beside him: "Xiao Yan, check behind me—"

Xiao Yan frowned; he was leaning vertically against his seat, turning his head downward.

"..." Xiao Yan whipped his head around, beads of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.

"What is it?" Kleine asked.

His spiritual sense warned him of a great horror behind.

"Unit-01"

"Isn't that Lu Mingfei?"

"He fused with Su Lin!!!"

Kleine's face remained expressionless, but his pupils suddenly dilated—in his mind, he observed this scene.

The giant robot was covered in various Light Blessings, and on its head, where Lu Mingfei had installed the tractor seat, Su Lin sat there.

He held a clump of ash, a cryptic smile on his lips, as if seated upon his divine throne, gazing up at the heavens.

Suddenly, he raised his right hand lightly—the ash dissolved, coalescing into a spiraling crimson double-tipped spear. The same spear, magnified, appeared in the hands of Lu Mingfei's Unit-01, mirroring Su Lin's motion.

And

aimed upward—at all the competitors.

(End of Chapter)